Soft he comes creeping here,
Two eyes glare close to me,
Lighting the forest path—
Hear how his breath blows by!
IV
Fol-low me, fol-low me,
So sings the whip-poor-will!
Yes, I am following,
So the chief answers him.
Soft he comes creeping here,
Two eyes glare close to me,
Lighting the forest path—
Hear how his breath blows by!
IV
Fol-low me, fol-low me,
So sings the whip-poor-will!
Yes, I am following,
So the chief answers him.